Chapter Nine
It was dinner time when Jarrett and Thayne finished at the LAPD’s substation, so they decided to eat at a restaurant Ari recommended before calling it a day.
Wu had been able to pull all the permits they’d requested while they were still there, so they’d spent several hours going over them.
As they’d been told, there was no permit for the Chinese lantern that had caused the injuries with the poorly timed firework ignition.
All the street vendors seemed to have permits and the parade itself had the proper permits.
According to Wu and Deukmejian, the organizer had a good reputation and had done the parade for several years without any major incidents.
The maker of the Chinese lantern had obviously crashed the party and caused the damage and injuries without a permit which would have made things so much easier to follow up on.
Now, all they had of the incident were photos and the firsthand account of Officer Deukmejian whom they both found to be very helpful and credible.
Jarrett was glad they’d taken the time to meet with the officers and felt good that they had another solid lead.
Whoever was doing this was most likely former or active duty military, and if Thayne hadn’t been so observant of the field strips out at Miramar, they would have missed the military connection between the two incidents entirely.
On their way to the Chinese restaurant Deukmejian recommended, they stopped at the scene of the fireworks incident and got out of the Crown Victoria to walk around the street where the field strips had been photographed.
The neighborhood was one of the oldest in Los Angeles, heavily populated by shops, restaurants, and markets, doing a busy tourist trade; but that part of LA was also thick with apartment buildings that rose several stories.
The LA jewelry district was a few blocks away and the buildings had newer renovations but most of the apartments and stores in this area were very old, built of brick, and reinforced in recent years to meet earthquake building codes.
Many retained the old-school fire escapes on the outside of the buildings and some had been renovated, however, a lot of them showed their age.
Some were zoned as mixed commercial use and had stores on the street level with apartments up above.
All were clustered in a rather small square-mile area, and Jarrett realized that had there been a larger explosion, there would have been a great deal more devastation.
As they had expected, after nearly six months, there was nothing of the field strips or for that matter, any detritus from the parade left on the ground, probably washed away by rain or blown away by the wind.
The store owners seemed to take special interest in what they were doing because a couple of them stepped out and began sweeping the sidewalks as Jarrett and Thayne checked out the area.
For that matter, one of them could have swept up the field strips when they’d tidied up in front of their stores after the parade.
Jarrett and Thayne got back in the car disappointed but not terribly surprised to have found nothing.
They located the restaurant Deukmejian had recommended and sat down in the small place ordering several dishes since they were both starving after skipping lunch.
“So what’s up for tomorrow, Jarrett?”
Thayne asked.
Jarrett chewed on a wonton.
“We should have the autopsy report on Mason and then we should follow up with Chang to see if she has the name of the lantern maker.
Now, I’m really anxious to get background checks on the Mason crew.”
Thayne sipped his hot and sour soup.
“You think one of them was former military and left those field strips behind.”
Jarrett nodded.
“Yeah, I do.
I think he’s behaving like a damned arsonist, watching the result of the havoc he creates after he burns something.
You said you found them field strips out by where the folks were injured, right?”
Thayne nodded.
“Yeah, they were scattered around the area where the paramedics left some debris after they worked on the injured, nowhere near the cordoned-off area where the display was set up.”
“Which is pretty fuckin’ creepy when ya think about it.
Arsonists are some of the sickest individuals out there.
If you saw them there, it means he went out and examined the carnage after it happened.”
“Which means he was either stationed at the base or one of the observers who had to pass through base security.
We should check records to see who was let on base that day.”
Jarrett nodded and smiled.
“See? This is why I keep you around.
To think of things I don’t.”
“Yep, this is why you have a partner,”
Thayne replied with a grin.
“And here I thought it was my great ass.”
Jarrett just waggled his eyebrows at him.
The waitress came and set down their main courses and they both dug in to them, eating for a while before Jarrett spoke up again.
“You know, we wouldn’t have gotten anywhere if you hadn’t noticed them field strips on the ground.
That’s good work, Thayne.”
Thayne seemed to hesitate for a few seconds before he smiled.
“Thanks, Jarrett.
But the notes left at both scenes would have connected the two incidents just as readily.”
Jarrett watched a slow blush creep up Thayne’s neck and he smirked at him.
He pointed at Thayne with his chopsticks.
“You know you’re really cute when you blush, Partner.
You gotta learn to take a compliment better’n that, darlin’.”
The blush deepened as Thayne looked down at his food, shaking his head before glancing back up.
He had a devilish spark in his bright blue eyes.
“Keep that up and you’re gonna get laid, Evans.”
Jarrett barked a laugh.
“You’re so easy.”
He shook his head.
They ate in companionable silence for several minutes as Jarrett pictured all the things he wanted to do to Thayne as soon as he got him alone.
With all the excitement and the work they’d been doing over the last couple of days, they hadn’t been thinking about the fun stuff.
And when they had the time to think about it, they’d both been so fucking hurt and exhausted, the only thing on their minds had been sleep.
Jarrett looked across the table at his partner, the man he realized he probably loved, and tried not to be terrified as he felt butterflies fill his stomach.
He had no idea where this feeling had come from but he knew it was different from anything he’d ever felt before.
It was a hell of a lot more than lust.
Hell, all Thayne had to do was glance at him and Jarrett wanted him.
He squirmed in his seat as his suit started cutting into his fun parts when he thought about getting Thayne naked.
“You okay over there?”
Thayne asked with a devilish smile.
Jarrett was pretty sure he knew what his partner was thinking.
He grinned at him.
“I was just thinkin’ about all the things I’m gonna do to ya when we get back to your place.”
Thayne sent him a teasing grin and winked.
“Who invited you back to my place?”
“We only got one car.”
Jarrett smirked.
“That makes it inevitable.”
He reached down and adjusted his pants.
“I’m not gonna argue with that.
Besides, I need to check over your body to make damned sure the doctors didn’t miss any hidden injuries.”
“Way to think ahead.”
Jarrett grinned and looked across the restaurant.
When he saw their waitress, he made a scribbling motion on his hand, asking for the check.
He was so damned horny, he needed to get Thayne naked and alone now.
****
Jarrett had to hand it to Thayne, he knew how to drive when he was motivated, and he appeared to be very anxious to get Jarrett home to make sure the doctor didn’t miss anything.
Jarrett had been forced to pop another couple Tylenol while Thayne drove but by the time they made it to his apartment in the Valley, his headache had almost disappeared.
He was grateful that was the only injury he’d received.
He certainly didn’t want anything to get in the way of jumping his handsome lover as soon as he had him alone.
The minute they entered the apartment, Thayne whirled and pushed Jarrett back against the door.
Jarrett’s head thumped against the hard surface and Thayne backed off instantly, frowning as Jarrett winced.
“Shit.
I’m sorry, Jarrett.”
Jarrett recovered quickly and stepped forward, sliding his hands inside Thayne’s jacket as he brought their bodies into contact.
“It’s okay, been anxious to do that myself.”
He lowered his mouth and began kissing Thayne as the heat of his body seeped in.
His lips tasted like the Chinese food they’d eaten and Thayne’s masculine scent filled his senses.
He’d desperately missed kissing him and he wasn’t going to let a little headache alter his plans for Thayne.
He wanted his lover badly.
Thayne groaned into his mouth, playing with Jarrett’s tongue as he kissed him back with a hunger Jarrett always adored.
Jarrett loved it when Thayne got really worked up.
He was aggressive and sexy and hotter than hell when he was like this, and all Jarrett could think of was getting him naked so that he could taste every last millimeter of skin under the charcoal-gray suit he wore.
Jarrett ran his hands up Thayne’s back, but when his shoulder holster got in his way he broke the kiss and stepped back, pulling at Thayne’s coat, trying to push it off his shoulders so he could get to all that tanned skin and firm body.
“Get this off now,”
he growled.
Thayne smirked and grabbed Jarrett’s hand, pulling him toward the bedroom where they could be comfortable.
Jarrett was totally on board with that.
Fucking on the bed was high on Jarrett’s to-do list at the moment.
They walked into the bedroom and Jarrett undressed, watching Thayne as he did the same, loving every inch of skin that was revealed as his lover sat on the bed to remove his shoes and socks and then proceeded to take off the rest, leaving his shoulder holster and gun on the dresser beside Jarrett’s.
When they were both naked, Thayne stalked over to him.
He wrapped Jarrett in his arms and spun him in a half circle, pushing him back onto the bed and climbing over him.
Jarrett couldn’t help but laugh as his body was blanketed by Thayne.
He was worked up and aggressive, eating at his lips, grinding his hard erection down on his.
Even though Jarrett had a couple of inches on Thayne, Thayne’s shoulders were just as broad, his legs nearly as long, and his body just as muscled.
Jarrett loved the masculinity of the man and lying beneath him was an incredible feeling.
By the time Thayne raised his head, he was panting and his lips were puffy and sexy as hell.
“Scoot back, Jarrett.
Raise your hands and lay yourself out for me,”
Thayne ground out.
His voice was low and raspy, choked with emotion.
Jarrett did as he requested.
He was becoming more versatile in bed, though he topped usually.
He loved fucking Thayne but since they’d been back together, he hadn’t been on the bottom and he wanted it badly… probably more than he should.
He pushed away all the reasons why that was, because if he let himself think about it, he knew it was going to drive him crazy.
For now, he just wanted Thayne so bad, he couldn’t stand it.
Thayne crawled over to the bed table and yanked open a drawer, pulling out a handful of condoms and a bottle of lube.
Jarrett laughed when he saw several condoms land on the bed.
“Someone’s planning a long night.”
“Fuck yeah.
It’s been way too long,”
Thayne said.
His voice was still overly deep.
“Can’t wait to fuck that sweet ass of yours, Jarrett.”
Thayne reached for Jarrett’s cock as Jarrett reached up and grabbed the headboard and widened his legs.
Thayne gave him several pumps with a tight grip, and Jarrett groaned as Thayne reached up and pinched each nipple, paying special attention to them.
Thayne’s fingers just made Jarrett even more excited.
Thayne was on a mission to drive him insane tonight, of that Jarrett was absolutely sure.
He had him writhing on the bed before long, but when Thayne’s gaze locked with his and he lowered his face between Jarrett’s legs, he nearly came off the bed.
Jarrett gripped the headboard as he looked down the length of his body.
Thayne was running his tongue over his balls, and teasing him with sharp flicks of his tongue that made Jarrett squirm even more.
Thayne grabbed both hips and held him down as the torture continued, taking each of his balls into his mouth and giving them a damned thorough tongue bath.
It didn’t take long before Jarrett was gasping for air.
Thayne licked up the length of Jarrett’s cock and stopped right at the slit to taste a drop of precome there.
He smiled wickedly at Jarrett and then slid his mouth over the head of his cock.
The second he did, Jarrett groaned in ecstasy.
Thayne had never done this to him before and the sight of his cock disappearing between those sinful lips was probably the most amazing sight Jarrett had ever seen.
He let go of the headboard with one hand and reached down, winding his fingers into Thayne’s black hair, cupping the back of his head to hold it at his groin, right where he wanted it as Thayne slowly sucked him off.
He slid on and off his cock, making it a slow ride as the pressure to climax built nearly to an unstoppable conclusion.
Thayne was damned talented with his tongue, humming as he gave Jarrett the blowjob of the century.
He’d not done this to Jarrett before because they’d skipped over it to get to the fucking but this… this was just sublime.
Just the sight of Thayne’s gorgeous dark head bobbing up and down as he sucked him, made Jarrett crazy with lust.
“God, Thayne! You gotta stop,”
he gasped.
“This is gonna be over way too soon if ya keep that up.”
Thayne smiled around his cock again and gave him an answering suck as he sank down onto Jarrett’s dick, taking as much of it into his mouth as he possibly could.
When his nose pressed into the light fur of his belly and he felt the head of his cock bump against the back of Thayne’s throat, Jarrett knew there was going to be nothing he could do to stop the inevitable.
Thayne looked up at him and hummed, nodding, and Jarrett’s hand tightened in his lover’s hair, knowing it was now or never.
“You’re gonna get a mouthful, Thayne,”
he said through gritted teeth.
Thayne’s answer was a tight draw on his cock and a quick slide on and off as he continued to hum, the vibrations just adding to the stimulus.
“Jesus Christ!”
Jarrett screamed as he pulsed hard and came, his entire body convulsing as he emptied himself into Thayne’s mouth.
Thayne closed his eyes and sucked, seeming to love what Jarrett was giving him.
Watching Thayne’s throat muscles as he swallowed Jarrett’s load was one of the most erotic sights Jarrett had ever seen in his entire life.
When his body finally finished shuddering under Thayne’s attentions, he released his hold on Thayne’s hair and the headboard.
He threw his arms out and panted, gasping in mouthfuls of air as his body tried to recover from his mind-blowing orgasm.
When he could finally think again, he looked down and met Thayne’s gaze.
He was smiling, looking up at him as he gently lapped at the slit of his cock.
Jarrett’s body shuddered violently when it became overly sensitive and he reached for Thayne.
“Come on, darlin’.
Come up here.”
Jarrett’s voice was thick and graveled with the aftermath of his orgasm and the lust for his lover that still pounded through his veins.
His chest still heaved as he gasped in breaths as Thayne pulled off him and crawled up the bed, laying his body down over him.
Thayne framed his face with both hands and Jarrett gazed up into the eyes he loved, looking deep into his lover’s soul.
Thayne was the brave man who’d captured his heart and given him hope and a reason to live again.
No one knew why Jarrett did the insane things he did, not even him.
He could chalk it up to a million and one reasons, starting with the rejection from his family when he’d come out to them after his mother’s death.
Walking out of the family home in West Virginia and leaving his younger brothers Elijah, Steel, Jase, and his father, had been the hardest thing Jarrett had ever done.
Or he could chalk it up to the way he lived his life, after leaving his unit where he’d found a new brotherhood only to lose them too when he’d been tasked with being a sniper.
He’d been assured the job would suit him and the higher-ups had exploited his rifle skills, flattering him by telling him over and over again how impressed they were every time he learned a new language or killed a particularly evil bad guy.
They’d honed him into the most lethal killing machine known to man, and Jarrett had found solace in it for a while.
But the loneliness that stole over him every time he had to leave civilization and go out to hunt had eventually nearly driven him nuts.
Some would have said Jarrett, like many Marines, was crazy to begin with, but Jarrett had earned every bit of the moniker; he’d carried it proudly for a very long time.
Hell, he still played at being sane every day.
When it got to be too much for him, and his final tour had been up, he’d left the Corps and never looked back.
The incident in Gaza City had taken part of his soul by the time Jarrett left the Marines.
He’d ended up taking mercenary jobs and when that got too bloody, finally, thankfully, Tate Heston had turned him on to Herman Morrow and his company.
Tate had seen what the mercenary business was doing to Jarrett and found him a home that had landed him the job where he met Thayne.
The man in his arms had probably saved Jarrett’s life, because for the first time in his life, he didn’t feel like he had something to hide from someone.
He felt like he wanted to tell Thayne everything but he knew that was impossible.
Besides, Jarrett was waiting for the next shoe to drop.
Happiness never lasted for him and at thirty-six, he figured he was lucky to have it at least for a very few short months.
Hell, he was living on borrowed time every moment he was with Thayne because Jarrett never thought he’d know a man like Thayne Wolfe.
As far as Jarrett was concerned, he was a fucking infant when it came to relationships and he was trying his best to not take this one for granted.
“What are you thinking, Jarrett?”
Thayne asked, reaching up and carding his fingers through Jarrett’s white hair.
Jarrett instantly hid his thoughts as he realized that he’d allowed himself to get off without doing a damned thing to help his lover do the same.
Fuckin’ melancholy bullshit, anyway.
He sent Thayne an embarrassed smile and lied.
“I was just thinking how good it felt to be sucked by the sexiest man on the planet.
I’m sorry, darlin’.
I’m a selfish man,”
he drawled.
Thayne stared at him, offering him a ready smile and a groan as Jarrett reached between them to take Thayne in hand.
“Jarrett…,”
he sighed, closing his eyes.
Jarrett admired his long lashes for a few seconds before his eyelids opened again.
This time his eyes were filled with an entirely different emotion from the suspicion he’d seen before… trust and lust.
“Want to fuck you, baby…”
he sighed.
Jarrett smiled and squirmed beneath him, feeling Thayne’s thick length press into his groin with purpose.
“Is that right?”
he drawled.
Thayne brushed his fingers over Jarrett’s lips and then lifted his gaze to meet Jarrett’s.
His teasing smile took Jarrett’s breath away.
“It’s been so long since I’ve been inside you.
I need you, Jarrett.”
Jarrett surrounded his body with his arms, loving the feel of Thayne spread out on top of him.
Thayne was not a small man at six foot two and it turned Jarrett on like nothing else.
He grabbed Thayne’s perfect ass.
“I think I could accommodate that, darlin’.”
Thayne grinned and leaned up, straddling Jarrett as he looked down at him.
“Turn over, Jarrett.
Get up on all fours for me.”
Lust pounded through Jarrett and he did as requested when Thayne rolled off, turning so that he was on his knees for Thayne.
Though he didn’t bottom often, he loved it when Thayne insisted on it.
He didn’t want to think about what it was he loved about Thayne’s aggression in the bedroom or his own desire to submit to him sometimes.
It said volumes about who Jarrett was but he was willing, on occasion, to let Thayne do this to him, especially when he was behaving the way he was behaving now.
He bent to lay his head on his crossed arms, presenting himself for Thayne as he spread his legs.
When Thayne reached up and began running his hands up Jarrett’s sides and down his back, Jarrett shuddered at the touch.
Thayne bent and kissed between his shoulder blades, blanketing his back as he worked his way down Jarrett’s spine, kissing as he went.
Thayne’s hands grasped both butt cheeks, massaging them as he lowered his face, kissing the small of his back and Jarrett whooshed out a breath as Thayne’s strong hands grabbed him hard and parted his muscled cheeks.
If he’s gonna… Jarrett’s heart fluttered as he felt Thayne’s whiskers on his ass and before he knew what was happening, Thayne’s tongue was licking over his hole.
Jarrett moaned at the first swipe of Thayne’s wet tongue as lust slammed into him.
No one had ever done this to Jarrett before, and he almost couldn’t believe it was happening.
Thayne’s razor stubble felt odd against that most vulnerable of all areas, and if there had been any question as to whether Jarrett was gay before this moment, all of that flew right out of the window as his lover stabbed his pointed tongue inside him.
“Jesus God, Thayne… oh, Jesus God,”
he gasped.
Thayne chuckled behind him but he continued driving Jarrett insane as he poked and prodded, flicking his tongue over and around his sensitive skin.
Jarrett’s cock hardened again and the urge to come rose as Thayne continued to torture him until he was mindless with pleasure.
It was the most erotic thing Jarrett had ever felt and he’d never wished to be able to see something so bad in his life.
Thayne began sucking at him, sending insane stimulus flooding through him and he began to move, rocking back and forth as Thayne continued.
When he began humming against his hole, Jarrett knew he was going to come.
He could barely hold back.
“Thayne!”
he shouted.
“Thayne, I’m gonna come. Thayne!”
He gasped into the pillow he’d found himself biting, not even realizing when he’d grabbed it and pulled it under him, so lost in the unbearable pleasure Thayne was exacting upon his body.
Just as he thought he was going to lose it, Thayne took one final swipe and pulled back, releasing his tight hold on Jarrett’s ass.
Jarrett turned his head and saw him reach for a condom and the bottle of lube he’d thrown on the bed earlier.
“How was that?”
Thayne asked.
Jarrett could hear the amusement in his lover’s voice and he turned to look back over his shoulder.
“You would ‘a made a great interrogator and that’s all I have to say about that,”
he drawled.
Thayne laughed and his eyes were dancing with mischief as he rolled the condom on.
Jarrett couldn’t get over how close he felt to this man.
Hell, when the man had his tongue inside another’s body, Jarrett figured there were very few things that could ever bring them closer than that.
Not only had he sucked the life out of him, but he’d just given Jarrett the most award-winning rim job he could have ever dreamed of. Goddamn.
“Face forward, Marine,”
Thayne said and Jarrett did as ordered, turning back to face forward, bending to bury his grin in the pillow as he chuckled.
God, he loved this man.
He listened to the snick of the lube bottle and then watched it fall on the bed followed by the cold slide of fingers in his crack.
He groaned, and forced himself to relax.
He knew he was going to be tight and Thayne was no small man… no indeed.
It had been quite a while since Jarrett had been fucked and he hoped Thayne would be as thorough with his attentions to opening him up as he had been with that sinful mouth and tongue.
He shouldn’t have worried though.
Thayne was as attentive to detail in this as he was in everything in his life.
The man was practically OCD with the way he took care of things.
Thayne slid one finger into him and Jarrett gasped, once again concentrating on letting his lover open him up with one hand as he held tightly to his back with the other.
“That’s it, Jarrett.
Relax for me.
You’re so damned tight, this is gonna take a while.”
Jarrett tried to do as he was told, loving the burn and the pressure Thayne’s long finger made as it burrowed inside of him.
Thayne pushed in and pulled out, twisting as he opened him.
After a minute or two, Jarrett felt more pressure and he knew Thayne had added a second finger.
It felt strange to have Thayne working him over like this, hovering at his back as he took what he wanted from Jarrett, doing everything he could to prepare the way for his cock.
Jarrett pushed aside the thoughts of just how good it felt to bottom for another man, giving up his otherwise macho persona to allow himself to enjoy the pleasure Thayne was offering.
He gasped as he felt a third finger enter him and as Thayne began to push in and then withdraw, Jarrett had to concentrate even harder to relax.
Once Thayne had been at it for a few minutes, he pulled the fingers out completely and bent to kiss Jarrett’s lower spine again.
“You’re ready, Jarrett”
he whispered.
“Now, relax for me and I’ll go slow.”
Jarrett felt Thayne grab both ass cheeks and spread them as he slid his slippery cock in between to bump against his hole.
He never got over the emotions he felt when he was about to get fucked but he focused on what Thayne was doing as he pushed hard against him.
Jarrett forced himself to relax once again as the head of Thayne’s cock popped inside.
The burn was intense, worse than the fingers Thayne had just removed, but the pressure didn’t ease as he slowly advanced.
Jarrett huffed out a breath as his body lit up with a million tiny prickling sensations.
“Thayne,”
he gasped.
“That’s it, Jarrett,”
Thayne said through gritted teeth as he pushed in deeper.
Jarrett relaxed and then pushed back to meet Thayne’s thrust as the pain eased somewhat.
Thayne pulled out slowly, letting the slick slide of lube ease his way back in just a few moments later.
Jarrett gasped as Thayne forced himself deeper this time, rocking against Jarrett’s ass as his fingers dug into his hips.
“God, Thayne… that’s…,”
Jarrett babbled, unable to form the tiniest sentence as his body was filled with his lover’s.
“Feels so good, Jarrett.”
Thayne gasped, forcing another groan out of Jarrett as he continued the slow slide in and then out of his body.
Thayne dropped over Jarrett’s back, hugging him hard as Jarrett turned his head to meet Thayne’s mouth.
They kissed long and desperate as Thayne continued to relentlessly push in, slowly beginning to speed his movements.
The slap of flesh against flesh made Jarrett’s head spin as he desperately gasped into Thayne’s mouth.
“Fuck me, Thayne.
God that’s so good,”
Jarrett whispered against Thayne’s lips.
Thayne’s answering thrust was so strong, it broke their mouths apart and Jarrett heard Thayne’s gasp as he fucked into him with amazing strength.
Jarrett loved this.
He loved being taken by his strong lover, being forced onto his knees where he couldn’t do anything but give up and allow Thayne to do whatever he wanted to him.
It was sexy as hell and made Jarrett feel free to simply give up the tight rein he held on himself at times.
He had no control over what Thayne was doing to him.
At the moment, Jarrett was submissive to him in every way and he realized, perhaps for the first time, that it didn’t mean he was less of a man to love this—to need this—from Thayne—from his man.
“That’s it, Thayne. Fuck me,”
Jarrett gasped.
The words came out on a stuttering breath as Thayne began to slap against him faster, harder, so strong it took his breath away.
He could feel the sweat on his back mix with Thayne’s as the sex became an acrobatic workout—him pushing back—Thayne shoving in, both of them taking what they needed by being together this way.
When Thayne reached around and took Jarrett’s cock in hand, Jarrett gasped at the stimulation.
He knew he wasn’t going to be able to last and he wanted to feel Thayne coming inside of him as he jacked Jarrett off.
“Gonna come, Thayne!”
Jarrett gasped as he felt the telltale tingling approach of his orgasm and he knew without a doubt, it was going to be one of those earth-shattering climaxes that came along only when Thayne was doing things to drive him absolutely insane.
“Come for me, Jarrett… that’s right,”
Thayne gasped.
He jacked Jarrett harder, his firm grip stroking over his cock as he hit the perfect spot deep inside his body.
As his cock brushed over his prostate, Jarrett screamed.
“I’m coming, Thayne—Jesus!”
Thayne began to snap his hips, pounding into Jarrett’s ass, his long cock swiping at his prostate with every thrust and then he let out a shout.
Jarrett felt a throb deep inside his body and he knew Thayne was emptying himself inside.
It triggered his own orgasm and he groaned long and hard as Thayne furiously stroked him through it.
Come shot out of him, coating the bed below him with spunk as Thayne continued to pound into him with long strokes, wringing out every last drop of his own orgasm into the condom buried up inside him.
When his movements finally slowed, he felt Thayne’s heated forehead come down to rest against his lower back, the desperate gasping of his lover panting out against his skin in stuttering breaths.
It was amazing.
Thayne’s hand finally slowed and he let Jarrett’s cock slide free of it as he collapsed against Jarrett’s broad back.
The movement forced Jarrett’s body to flatten beneath Thayne’s weight and Jarrett grunted as the breath was nearly knocked out of him by his lover.
“Roll off me,”
Jarrett gasped into the pillow.
Thayne’s chuckle vibrated against the crook of Jarrett’s neck where his face was buried but he complied, rolling to the side so Jarrett could lift his head from the pillow and not die from lack of oxygen.
Thayne flopped onto his back beside him and Jarrett looked over at him.
His hair was soaked with sweat, his body covered with a light sheen of it, and his bright Bahama-blue eyes were twinkling with happiness.
Jarrett had never seen anyone so beautiful in his life and he turned to his side, propping his head up on one hand to look down at Thayne.
He bent and kissed him softly to stop himself from telling Thayne just how desperately he loved him.
It wasn’t the time and place to say it to him—he thought for a fleeting moment that it might never be the time and the place—but for now, he would studiously guard his heart—until he was sure, very sure, Thayne loved him too.
Instead, as he continued to kiss him so thoroughly, he hoped Thayne would understand his feelings through actions, because for now, that’s all Jarrett was prepared to give.